Hey guys, another chapter. Another companion. This one is all about the Tenth Doctor and Captain Jack Harkness. Enjoy! (Canonically this comes before the Stolen Earth. Not that this ever happened in canon, but still the time placement is before Stolen Earth)

Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness/Donna.

The floor was wet and slippery and the Doctor nearly managed to stop himself from falling down.

The Doctor grabbed a long piece of metal and held on it, his hands were slightly swollen and bruised but he didn't have any other alternative.

The day had began like any other day, he was out and about exploring Cardiff with Donna (he still didn't get why anyone would like to explore Cardiff, but Donna seemed set on to do so) when the aliens attacked.

They took over the city easily, attacking people, smashing doors and stores and anything they came across.

Of course he did whatever he could to stop them. When he wanted something, he always managed to achieve it.

The aliens were gone, their spaceship flying away leaving Earth in peace.

The building though, the one he was currently trapped in, was floored with water and there was no easy way for him to get out of it.

Donna was already outside, possibly speaking with her agitated mother. How she ended up being in Cardiff the very same day, he had no idea.

Donna was safe.

The Doctor kicked a door open and practically swimmed towards it, damning his luck while doing so. His clothes were soaking wet, his brown striped jacket a dark black color.

Behind that door was the object that prompted him to get inside the flooding building in the first place: his screwdriver.

Donna had argued, telling him to stay put and get it later but Donna didn't get how important his screwdriver was.

The screwdriver was stuck between a smashed computer and a large piece of metal and getting it out of it was not an easy thing. He had to pull as hard as he could. He fell twice on the wet floor, his clothes and hair now wetter than ever.

A shiver passed his body, cold droplets of water running down his spine. If he wasn't a Time-Lord he would have been down with fiver by then.

The Doctor kicked the glass door of the entrance open.

He managed to finally get out of the building.

Donna run towards him, a large warm towel in one hand, a cup of hot tea in the other one.

He was shivering constantly by then and the warm towel did little to warm him up.

...

It had been couple minutes since he left the floored building. He was still wearing his soaked brown suit but now with a large blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a cup of hot tea inside his hand.

It was the third cup of tea he had.

Donna was comforting her still agitated mother so the Doctor was left alone.

The Doctor looked up from the newspaper he was reading, a tall lean figure was coming towards him.

It was too dark to see who the man was but his clothes gave him out.

He was wearing a long military coat and a 40's inspired outfit underneath it. The only thing spoiling the vintage vibe of his outfit was a Time Vortex Manipulator.

"Long time no see Doc. Team and i were down the block and we heard some noise. Guess who we found?"

"Let me guess! Me!" The Doctor took his feet off the chair next to him and pointed at it. "Sit."

"Your wish is my command." Jack, smirked, taking a bottle of bourbon out of his coat. "Want a sip?"

"No, thanks." The Doctor pointed at his cup of tea. "So where was your Team when Cardiff was being attacked, Captain?"

Jack winked, a sly smile working it's way on his face.

"Aliens were multitasking tonight, Doc. We were kinda busy."

"Torchwood, always failing to do the right thing."
"Hey, don't blame my team just because you have a grunge." Jack playfully punched his shoulder, his smile growing brighter.

"What? What? I don't have a grunge."

"Sure thing. So what brings you here? Cardiff isn't your favorite place in the universe."

"Arghhh" The Doctor sighed. "I didn't even want to come here, i was practically dragged. What's the use of having a time machine if we visit Cardiff?"

"We? Any cute girls travelling with you?"

The Doctor stared at Jack, his brows furrowing, his lips pursed.

"What? I just wanted to say hello! You know me, always a gentleman."

"Stop it! You're not saying hello, she's not even here. She went somewhere. "

"I see, so tell me. Young, hot, single, married?"

"Arghhh" The Doctor groaned, covering his ears. "I am not listening anymore. She's just a mate."

Jack mimicked his groan. "Alright, i give up" He placed his hands in the air, smirking at him. "So i assume you'll leave soon. No chance to help us get rid of some Slitheen, right?"

"Slitheen? Now there's a word i haven't heard for a while. But nope, can't stay. Places to go, things to do."

"I see. So..."

"So off i pop." The Doctor stood up, pushed his chair with his feet and took the blanket off his shoulders. "See you around, Captain."

"See you around, Doc"

The Doctor was near the corner of the street when Jack caught up with him.

"I was just wondering, you didn't come across a certain blonde friend of ours lately, have you?"

An image of a young blonde girl flashed behind his closed eyes. He could almost hear her laughter and her voice.

"No." The Doctor placed his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Haven't heard of..." He gulped, he couldn't continue.

"Rose." Jack added.

The Doctor nodded, his eyes still refusing to open as if he opened them he would see her next to him, standing by his side, laughing and urging him to go to the Tardis.

Jack patted his back and put the bottle of bourbon in his hand.

...

The Doctor found his Tardis, parked behind a large tree. Donna was patiently waiting for him, holding a plastic bag and a newspaper.

"I brought us something to eat."

The Doctor smiled and showed her the bottle of Bourbon. "I brought us something to drink."